[So, it's like that. Shame, fear of hurting people she cares about. Riku barely notices the rocks moving. Obviously, he knows her power. He knows what she's capable of, but he doesn't really care right now.
Even though he's cold, Riku draws his right hand to himself, and he tugs off his glove, leaving his skin bare.
He extends it toward her, palm out. But the look in his eyes is searching, worried. He isn't smirking like he did that one day on the beach, his home dying around him.]
Let me show you something. A memory. [A beat. His mind shifts around, thinking through what her response might be here.] I promise it's not a trick. My power doesn't work in a way that would hurt you now.
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Even though he's cold, Riku draws his right hand to himself, and he tugs off his glove, leaving his skin bare.
He extends it toward her, palm out. But the look in his eyes is searching, worried. He isn't smirking like he did that one day on the beach, his home dying around him.]
Let me show you something. A memory. [A beat. His mind shifts around, thinking through what her response might be here.] I promise it's not a trick. My power doesn't work in a way that would hurt you now.